Hot town, summer in the city

One positive to riding home this evening on a packed, slow-moving TriMet bus in 102-degree heat while wearing pants and a long-sleeved shirt: When I got home, weeding the shaded side yard in 90-to-95-degree heat for an hour and a half seemed like a vacation.

Was that one positive worth it? I'm not saying that. I wouldn't say that. But you've got to find the good where you can sometimes.